Seduction in Session (41 page)

She’d made her decision. It might be silly, but she didn’t want to live in a world without him. Love required a leap of faith, and holding out on him wouldn’t change the fact that she was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Connor Sparks.

Had he been standing with her in Kiki’s apartment, there would have been no negotiation. There would have been no playing the odds and deciding he couldn’t save her. He would have placed himself between her and that bullet, and nothing would have made him move. Tom might have thought he loved her, but Connor had been right. With men, actions spoke louder than words.

“I forgive you.” He needed to hear the words. “I won’t hold the way we met against you. We’ll move on from here together.”

She felt the bed dip again and then heard an odd
snick
of a sound.

“And I trust you, Lara. I trust you more than anyone in the world. Help me get past my fear. I don’t want anything between us.”

She sat up and found Connor laid out beside her, his gorgeous body on display. His hands were over his head and he’d locked them to the headboard with a pair of silver handcuffs.

He was utterly open and vulnerable to her.

She looked at her gorgeous man, at every scar he wore on his body and the ones no one could see.

She would prove to him that he was safe with her.

C
onnor hated being vulnerable and thought about the fact that he could probably break the bed, but he’d gone too far with the cuffs. Way too far. He couldn’t pull them apart. He couldn’t drag himself out and that made him damn near crazy. What had he been thinking?

Lara looked down at him, her eyes wide, and his dick didn’t seem to have the same PTSD he had. His cock was straining, preening under her hot gaze. The damn thing reached almost to his navel and he could feel it weeping, wanting to come.

She’d said she would marry him. He’d won her back. Both his relief and his joy were epic. But he knew they wouldn’t be complete until he gave her something she needed: his trust. Lara Armstrong needed to know she was the only one in the world he would give control to.

She placed a hand over his chest, her lips curling up in the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. “I think you picked me for my belief in nonviolence.”

He’d never really known anyone like her. She was unique in his world. “I picked you because you’re you.”

She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his chest, just above his nipple. “You don’t ever have to worry about me hurting you, Connor.” Her tongue laved over his skin and he bit back a groan. “Though I will admit I’ve come to have a fondness for certain forms of torment. What does the Geneva Convention say about sexual torture?”

“I think they’re for it,” he murmured as she ran her hand down his chest toward his waist. He wanted to drag her down and force her to grip his cock hard and pump him while he branded her with his mouth, but this wasn’t his show.

She licked his other nipple, turning them into erogenous zones he hadn’t known he had. Her hair flowed around her, creeping across his torso. It tickled and tormented him, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. He loved being trapped in her web. It was a safe place to be.

“I also have to say I’ve come to believe that nonviolence isn’t always the best way,” she said.

“Why is that, princess?” He was very still under her ministrations. Her little tongue darted over his skin, tasting and licking and lighting up his flesh like a butterfly flitting from flower to flower.

“It’s been a rough week, babe. We’ve been shot at a whole bunch. It might take me some time to get back to totally peaceful thoughts. I’d kind of like to shoot Tom.”

His hands tightened at the sound of the other man’s name. “He didn’t love you, Lara.”

She kissed along his jawline, her hand brushing up against his cock. “You’re right. I was never safe with him. Even when you were lying to me, I was safe with you.”

He groaned as she ran her tongue along his lower lip. “Always.”

“I think I figured out that we all wear masks sometimes.” She got to her knees, staring down at him. “Kiki blindsiding me was partially my fault. I never really scratched below her surface or I would have seen her anger.”

Now he really wanted use of his hands so he could tug her close.
“It wasn’t your fault and she wasn’t truly angry with you. Baby, why don’t you let me out of these cuffs and we can talk about it.”

His cock would have to wait.

A little frown crossed her lush mouth and she shook her head. “No. This is my time.” She shifted, throwing a leg over his hips and straddling him. “She harbored some definite anger at the world. I didn’t really listen to her the way I should have, or I would have heard it and tried to get her help. I definitely wouldn’t have let Tom use her the way he did. He used us both.” She paused. “You used me, too. But you didn’t do it to advance yourself. I’m trying to tell you that I know you’re not like Tom. The things you’ve done in the past have been to protect other people, Connor. It was noble.”

He could feel her heat and it was killing him, but he couldn’t lie to her. He never wanted to lie to her again. “I wasn’t, Lara.”

She looked over him, her hands splaying over his chest. “You are a beautiful man, Connor Sparks. And you are a noble man, too. Some of the things you had to do were likely very unpleasant.”

“Princess, I killed people.”

“Bad people. You didn’t run around randomly shooting anyone, Connor. You took out threats to the country. I understand. We’re similar. I wanted to shoot the guy who chucked his foam coffee cup in the park the other day.”

“That is not the same.”

“It was. I wanted to shoot him. Well, maybe just force him to eat the foam and see how it tastes, but I digress. In our own way, we both want to make the world a better place. Tom didn’t.” Against him, she started to rock her hips, rubbing her slick flesh against his cock. “He just wanted to get ahead.”

“It’s not too late. I could kill Tom for you. That would make the world a better place.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You’re out of the killing business. And I might be out of the tabloid business. I think I can find a better way to make a difference. I liked the whole detective thing. I think we can
have a family-owned firm. I can investigate on the computer and you do what you do best, go out and take down the bad guys.”

She was wrong about him. What he’d done hadn’t been noble. He’d gone to the CIA so he’d have a better life than his shithole childhood. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t change. In fact, he could feel himself changing now. He’d looked for a home all his life, bought grand houses and told himself he’d made it. Home wasn’t a place. It was her. It was her and her fugly dog and her fairy princess ideas that were making him a better person. For so long he’d been the Agency’s operative. It was how he’d defined himself.

Now he had a new definition. He was going to be Lara Sparks’s husband. And that was all he wanted in the world. If she wanted to use his skills to make the world better, he would be her operative, her protector, her everything.

“I think that’s a great idea, princess. You know what’s a better one? Penetration.” He flexed his hips because he was almost there.

She slid down his body. “Not yet.”

She was really going to kill him. “You should know I intend to get you back. I’ll have you screaming for me.”

Her mouth hovered over his straining cock. “I always scream for you. I thought I’d be more ladylike. Let’s see if I can get you to beg.”

His eyes rolled back as she sucked the head of his cock between those gorgeous lips of hers. Her tongue whirled around, lapping up the fluid that collected on the slit of his cock. She apparently thought he had way more pride than he did when it came to her. “Please, Lara. Please fuck me, princess. I need you.”

She licked his cock like she couldn’t get enough. All the while he could feel her against his thigh. She was wet and hot and so ready he was aching for her. “I need you, too. The problem is you taste really good.”

Her words hummed along his skin, making him quake. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

She cupped his balls with one hand while she gave his cock another lick. “Then don’t. Don’t come until I’m ready.”

Definitely she was trying to kill him. This was punishment for all the times he’d taken her right to the edge and refused to allow her to go over. And he wouldn’t have taken back any of it. He liked her dirty and a little vengeful. “Do your worst. If you want to make this a game, I’ll make sure both of us win.”

She sucked his cock between her lips, and heat engulfed him. He wanted to sink his hands in her hair and force her to take more. She was being thorough, suckling him an inch at a time before moving back up and starting the process all over again. She eased down between his legs, settling in. He groaned as she took him deeper, laving him with her tongue and giving him the barest hint of her teeth.

He hissed at the sensation but didn’t really think about telling her to stop. That little pain flared through his system, and then she eased it with her lips and tongue. Lara would never hurt him. She didn’t have it in her. He was absolutely certain her newfound appreciation for violence in select situations would fade in a few days and he would get to listen to her lectures again.

By then he would be out of these cuffs, and he knew just how to distract his girl and get into her pacifist panties.

“Take more. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

She worked her way down his cock, her tongue teasing him until his whole body was taut with the need to spill into her soft, sweet mouth. He held back. He wasn’t going to lose this game. He wanted to be inside her when he came, wanted to mark her again and know that when she slept beside him, a piece of himself was still with her.

“Ride me, princess. It’s been so long. I want you to fuck me hard. You’re the only woman I’ll ever make love to again. I want to give you everything I have.” He knew how to get to his girl. She liked it dirty and sweet. She liked to hear the truth, and his truth was that he needed her. He’d been incomplete until the day he’d met her. “I love you, Lara. Take me. I made you mine. Make me yours.”

He was already hers and he rather thought he’d been hers all of his life. He’d simply been waiting to meet her.

She got to her knees, her breasts bouncing lightly as she straddled him again. This time there was purpose to her every movement. She took his cock in hand.

“If you want, the condoms are in the bedside table.” He was going to trust her. She’d given her word that she would marry him. If she needed time, he would give it to her.

She slowly started to lower herself down. “I think I’ll take everything you have to give me. You’re not getting any younger.”

He flexed up. Even without use of his hands, he could still take a little control. “I’m young enough to handle you, princess.”

She gasped as his cock invaded. “Yes, you are.”

He loved how her eyes went slightly glassy, as though making love with him was a drug. He was already addicted to her. She seated herself, her pussy clenching all around him. So good. She felt so fucking good and there was nothing for him to do but enjoy her. He couldn’t really take control so he was forced to focus on what she was doing to him, to really see her.

His future wife leaned back slightly as her hips rolled. Connor took her in. She looked wild, her hair rolling in waves, breasts peeking out from behind the dark tresses. Her torso flowed to a shapely waist and feminine hips. His eyes focused on the juncture of her thighs where that gorgeous pussy was currently sucking at his cock, taking him in and squeezing him tight.

She took control, setting the pace. In and out. Taking every inch of him until he couldn’t think about anything except how perfectly they fit together. She bounced on top of him, pushing him further and further. He could feel her clenching all around him.

She leaned forward, using his chest as leverage as she fucked him hard. “I love you.”

He wondered how long it would be before he didn’t catch his breath every time she said it. “I love you, princess. I’m not waiting. We’re going to Vegas.”

She nodded as she pressed down against him. “We should beat Gabe and Everly to the altar.”

He grinned. “I can see you’re going to be very competitive. Game nights should be a blast.” He bucked up, needing her so badly he couldn’t wait. “I’m going to come. Now.”

She ground down on him, her mouth opening on a cry as her pussy clenched all around him and he went over the edge. The orgasm exploded like a supernova and he released inside her, every pulse a pure pleasure until he had nothing left to give.

Gasping, panting, heart rate slowing, Lara fell on top of him, nestling close. “I liked being in charge.”

Her hands eased over his body, soothing him.

“Don’t get used to it.” Bliss pulsed through his system and he could have sworn their bodies were in perfect tune. “You’re going to get me out of these cuffs and then I’m going to take my turn.”

She gave him a little scowl. “You already had your turn.”

“The turns never stop, princess.” They wouldn’t as long as he was alive.

“Bossy.” But she was already moving off him, grabbing the keys and releasing his hands.

The minute he was free, he pulled her close, flipping her over so he was on top. He pressed his lips to hers. “You like me bossy.”

“As long as you’re mine,” she agreed, her arms wrapping around him.

“Always.” He would never be anything else. He kissed his soon-to-be wife and proceeded to show her how good always could be.

The Oval Office

One week later

Dax Spencer stepped into the outer office with a sense of satisfaction. Connor hadn’t answered his phone. Connor always answered his phone. If Dax needed something, Connor was there in a heartbeat. It
had been that way since they were kids. But Dax knew it wasn’t good for him to be Connor’s first priority. This morning when he’d called, he’d gotten a text back explaining the honeymoon was starting early and asking if it was important.

It hadn’t been. Dax had wished his friend well. Connor had found his real purpose and it wasn’t the Agency. Dax could breathe easier knowing Connor wasn’t off at the ends of the earth putting himself in danger.

It was time to think about heading back to work. It was time to say good-bye to his friends and hello to his ship. Maybe when he was cruising the Persian Gulf he wouldn’t think about
her
every minute of every day. Maybe he wouldn’t beat himself up over how completely he’d fucked up his life.